Was it in various Wetherspoons? If so, could have been me.

Bouncers apparently do

There was no queue for the men’s. I respect queues, which is why I used the men’s - I didn’t want to have to join it.

Various Wetherspoons in England, because I hated queuing for the girls loo, so I’d just run into the men’s. Apparently they don’t like when you do that.

Lovely and terrifying all at once. Can’t wait for the new one!

Yes! Ew! My best friend has a velour couch and she lays a blanket down for me when I come to hang out because I hate touching it. Also, carpet. I dry heave when I have to vacuum carpet, something to do with going against the grain. Ugh.

He’s become the worst of humanity.

Nah this is fucked, stop trying to be whatever this is.

I worked for German startup tech bros who decided to become freight logistics influencers. Fuck, those absolute cretins were the worst humans I’ve met maybe ever. I ended up on 100mg anti anxiety meds and I still hated it enough to end up quitting one random Thursday.

Some people are just destined to be soul suckers, and it’s like a virus - those who don’t jump ship end up catching the disease.

Actionable. Ugh.

I’m a girl with plump hairy legs and I’m hot.

Pawpaw. It’s such a fun tree, native to where I live (East Tennessee, 7a), puts out delicious fruit for a very brief moment, and has a fun history.

The ice compartment of our fridge. It’s always a fucking compressed block that needs manually smashing up. I fucking hate it so much.

Woman here: I’m not annoyed if a person I don’t know talks to me, as long as a) they don’t interrupt something I’m doing to have conversation and b) they read my body language and fuck off again the moment it’s clear I’m not interested. But asking me questions when I have my headphones in to talk about inane shit while I roll my eyes? Nah.

Fuck. I just had a really promising interview, but it was three days in office, three days remote (5 days a week, so the days gradually rotate). I’ve worked remote for 15 years, not including three months in a terrible office job that I promptly quit.

I’m making a mistake considering this, aren’t I?

Highly recommend hiking, or at least going for a scenic drive. I have been heading over to local trails a few times a week and it’s amazing how much my brain has rewired from it. Like, I know the shit is bad, that hasn’t changed, but seeing nature in force reinstalls this feeling of control. Nature always wins, these people will all be worm food one day.

In addition, don’t say anything that suggests you will work, even if unpaid. Don’t mention volunteering, helping a friend, doing remote work, etc. The rules are quite specific about what visas allow and do not allow, and many border people are just there to catch a paycheck - they will absolutely err on the side of denial. It is not a fair game, and you will not be given a fair chance to explain yourself.

Whether he stays or goes, he’ll still be a cunt.

Turns out that when you do make that vote, the fucking Cheeto looking stupid fucker who takes bribes still wins. And I voted as hard as I could!

I lived in a travelers hostel with a lot of international people moving about on various visas. I think white people and majorities are more smug and comfortable than they should be right now. There was plenty of fuckery then, and we didn’t even have the Jaffa cake monster in charge.

Don’t assume they ain’t coming for you. If you’re not on their side, you’re somewhere on the list.